“So that’s how it went,” Lutz said. “She was the brains and the motivation. I was the patsy.”
“And you killed a man and a woman and an unborn child.”
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“Yep.”
“For her,” Jesse said.
“I’m glad you get that,” Lutz said.
“I get it,” Jesse said.
“Maybe you’re a patsy, too,” Lutz said.
“Maybe,” Jesse said. “But it won’t help you. You killed three people.”
“And you know what’s pathetic?” Lutz said. “Everything I told you about her won’t do you any good unless I say it in court, and I won’t.”
“You’ll take the rap for her?” Jesse said.
Lutz nodded.
“So why’d you tell me,” Jesse said.
Lutz shrugged.
“I needed somebody to know,” Lutz said.
He finished his scotch and stood up.
“Now I’m walking,” he said.
“You know I can’t let you go,” Jesse said.
“You got a gun,” Lutz said.
“What is this,” Jesse said, “suicide by cop?”
“I’m walking,” Lutz said.
“I can stop you without the gun,” Jesse said.
Lutz took a gun out from under his jacket and pointed it loosely at nothing.
“No,” Lutz said, “you can’t.”
Jesse picked his own gun up off the bar top.
“I’ll kill you if I have to,” Jesse said.
“Close your case for you,” Lutz said.
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“I’ll stay after Lorrie,” Jesse said.
“Without me you got nothing,” Lutz said. “There’s no sign of her anywhere.”
